The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

Small Projects Need Much More Help Than Great.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?